The roar of the machine
Fires up and starts to churn
I hear the paper moving
Being forced through the rollers
and squeezed out at the top
Full of words.

Churn churn buzzy hum
The printer sits ready for more
But I have been satiated
My printing work load completed.

When I fall in love

When I fall in love
It might not be forever.
But when I fall in love
I want to fall so deeply
So completely
That I can imagine never being far
From that love.
And in a million years time
I can sigh
and cry
That when I fell in love
It was forever
And I never say goodbye.

When I am old

When I am old …

This video reminds me of Jenny Joseph’s lovely poem


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

You can buy Warning: When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
at amazon


Metal snipping around your ears
Clip clip clipping
Sounds too close.
Eyes closed in fear.
The hands too close to my skin,
Touching me, combing hair and moving it
Too intimate.
Head feels lighter
Strangely too light
As if I am nude.
She brushes the hair off my shoulders
and I am made to look
At the back of my head
And see how much hair she has stolen.
I am surprised
At how easy my head turns
Side to side, hair swinging around my ears.
For a moment I forget my fear of the shiny blades
And wonder why it has been 7 years since a haircut.

Inspired by Elevensdream

Harvest time


I’ve harvested the pumpkins and butternut squashes, picked a giant marrow (formerly known as courgette, I grew varieties that can be picked small as courgettes and big as marrows).. And what a haul I got!

The little ones can also be eaten. They were roasted and then boiled in stock and blitzed to make a lovely soup.

Pumpkin soup

Roast the pumpkin in sensible size pieces. Or whole if you can’t cut if up without a chain saw.
Scoop out the flesh and add to a pan. Add chicken stock cubes and water. cook until the flesh is dissolved. Blend until smooth.

Add nutmeg and milk for a different style.
Peri peri for a lovely warming bowl of soup.
Add a lump of butter for a deliciously naughty taste.


find joy in the simple things
A phone call
A successful decision
A cheery message from a friend.
Smile hello back at the world
Give a kiss to a lover
Make sure you do your bit for world peace.
Enjoy your life
it’s the only one you have
And be happy because happy is good.